(Arata)
It was almost morning when we arrived at the Isle of Dreams. Baba had arranged for a chauffeur and transport which would take us straight to the villa he had bought for us.
Karsten intertwined the fingers of his left hand with my right hand once as we exited the private jet. He took in the beautiful island from the top of the stairs with its lush green forests and white sand beaches.
The smells of the spring morning and natural hues of the rising sun welcomed us.
"I fulfilled my promise to you." I offered a gentle squeeze to his hand and his surprised gaze found me.
"It's beyond what I had imagined. Can't wait to spend the whole week with you here," he confessed, carefully guiding me down the stairs.
My heart warmed that he liked the place which held a special place for me.
Our car was waiting for us, the chauffeur placed our luggage inside the car and off we went towards our destination.
